I attended a seminar for work in the city this evening and walked down King St on my way back to the office. Over the past few years King St has changed from hosting a lot of nightclubs to hosting a lot of “gentleman’s clubs” so there are always dodgy looking “lads” lined up to get inside these venues. As I strode past one club, one of the lads decided to comment on my hat because, well, he was a SPOTD.

SPOTD (pointing at me): He thinks he’s from the country.

Me (pointing at him): He thinks paying a girl to show him her bits will make her like him.

SPOTD (angrily): Why don’t you go get f***ed?

Me: Perhaps I will, but at least I won’t have to pay for it if I do.

Categories: SPOTD